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And she...quailed. “I didn’t... I’m sorry... I just...”
“With every syllable you utter, you’re making it worse,” he said with a soft menace that he couldseego through her like a cattle prod. “Safeword or be silent. Those are your choices.”
She wisely chose to be silent. Conrad eyed the placement of the clamps critically, then moved around behind her so he could grip her cuffed wrists, making sure his grip jostled her breasts so the clamps would remind her they were there.
Rory hissed at the sensation.
“Actions have consequences,” he told her, his face and voice severe. “If I ask you to do something and you disobey me, that would normally simply...be life. People will do and say whatever they like, after all. But this is a scene. You and I have decided that I have the authority over your surrender.”
Her lips were parted, her eyes gloriously bright, as she gazed back at him with beautiful apprehension.
“And you may not understand this now, Rory, but I’m going to tell you the real truth about how to choose dominants to match your submission. It’s not how they make you come, because the truth is, anyone can do that. You just did it yourself.”
He leaned in close and put his mouth at her ear. “The true measure of a man, in particular a dominant, is how he enforces the agreed upon boundaries. If I allow you to break my rules, how would you respect me enough to truly surrender yourself to me?”
Conrad ran his teeth over the tattoo on her shoulder, pleased when goose bumps followed and her whole body heated up. “If I permit your disobedience, that gives you the power and if you wanted the power, you wouldn’t be submitting in the first place. If you didn’t crave discipline, your body wouldn’t react the way it does under the circumstances.” He reached down and stroked his way between her legs, tugging gently on her piercing until she made a rich little sound of need. “And your body is already an addict, Rory.”
He propelled her forward, then turned, sitting down on the bench and tipping her over his lap. He knew how out of control this must have felt for her, and yet he was distinctly controlling her at the same time. Because her hands were caught behind her back, and her breasts would feel extra full and aching with the clamps on. He hung her over his knee so that gravity tugged on her breasts and intensified that sensation and she had no choice but to stay where he put her.
Completely in his hands.
Conrad smoothed a hand over her round pert ass. “You told me you’ve never been spanked, and I’m afraid that you will find this quite painful. I want you to remember, that’s the point.”
She stiffened and kicked a little. He moved a leg over both of hers, to trap her into place, and he could feel her fight that.
“Yellow,” she cried out.
“Are you telling me to pause because you’re actually overwhelmed, Rory?” he asked her, his hand on her ass no longer moving. He went still, but he kept her where she was. “Or because you’re apprehensive?”
“I don’t... I don’t want to be spanked.”
His hand trailed over her ass again, while his other one held her hands against the small of her back to remind her that he was the one keeping her there. Right where he wanted her.
“I’ll give you points for honesty.” And somehow, he kept from laughing at her predicament. “But is this about what you want or about what I want?”
“I don’t know.” She sounded fierce and furious. “Something about boundaries and discipline and whether or not I’ll respect you. I feel like I respect you enough already.”
“You’re attracted to me,” he agreed. “Drawn to me, even. But respect? I don’t think so.”
“But—”
“Enough talking.” He traced his way down the dark furrow of her ass and beneath, the hungry wet clench of her pussy. “You feel wet and needy to me, Rory. Are you still yellow?”
He felt her fight, and then submit. He felt the shudder go through her and then she relaxed against him, and he thought he had never wanted another woman more.
“I’m green, Sir,” she whispered.
Conrad rewarded her by tracing his finger through her wetness, circling around her desperate clit. Then he returned to the task at hand.
“I’m going to spank you five times.” He kept his voice appropriately stern and authoritative. “Because you’re brand-new, I’m going easy on you with this low, paltry number. You may thank me.”
“Thank you,” she gritted out, not sounding remotely thankful.
He bit back a grin. If there was anything on this earth better than a grumpy submissive trying to prepare herself for a punishment she both wanted and hated, he didn’t know what it was.
He gripped her ass, hard. “Pardon? Thank you, who?”
“Sir,” she wheezed.
